Won't you come sit here with me? I've just poured coffee. Do you take milk or sugar?
I've given up looking for inspiration for this post. I'm not quite sure what to write about.
And so, I've decided to let the pictures do the work.
|A Weeping Norway Spruce...that's right, weeping, like a willow. A genetic mutation apparently.|
|Looking back up the hill, as we stroll down to the lake. You can see the rose arbor.|
|I can't remember what these are, I've seen them before. I adore the lacy foliage.|
|The trail curves back and forth in tight hairpin loops down the steep hillside.|
|This picture came out poorly, too much in shade. I had to take it though, because it reminded me of this.|
Half Dome, in miniature.
Rest here, in the shade, with this not-so-shy fern.
|Looking down a dry stream bed, left behind from the spring snowmelt runoff.|
That's all I've got for today.